someplace outside of medford, oregon. near a motel six there was this greasy super greasy breakfast joint/greek restaurant that I ate at. I remember eating a late breakfast around 11am there, and it was enough fuel to get me to los angeles!
[sometimes I'm a dreamer and sometimes my cat sits on my head friendly side first. either way this site is a summons for all things quasi me.
READ: content is for my mental exercise only. It�s a gentle elliptical machine, not the real 5k. . .
route 4 to the seashore]
